Literally every night at home since I've been in France, I've heard this phrase. A Table = Dinner time! So, of course it's a "phrase clé" in my book. Normally, this shout out is given by my humble host mom, as her one moment "à voix forte" per night. Then, when we're all around the table, it's my host sisters who take over with the loud voices and "blagues," or the senseless (funny) banter that goes on throughout and after the whole meal.
Tonight, it seemed like everybody got in their moment of goofiness into the meal. Before, "comme normale," Alix was wrestling with someone, and then she pressed everyone to get to the table so she could get to bed at a decent time. Morgane and Auriane were singing a fair bit and going back and forth (all in good humor), and even my host parents got in on the jokes. Axel and I laughed as we tried to see how well Elisabeth's hearing works when she's upstairs–I didn't quite get every single word he said, and wasn't about to spoil a good laugh for a direct translation, but I'm pretty sure that the idea of "selective hearing" exists in France just the same.
As I near the 30 day mark for the rest of my "séjour" here in beautiful, beautiful France, I've started to reflect more and more about everything around me, including what I'm learning about myself. At the same time as I've been fairly profoud with these thoughts, it's the "dégustation" of Aixoise foods which is most pressing for me right now. With only a month left, it's become a top priority of mine–and Kiely, who is literally my food soul mate through and through–to try nearly every croissant in town, among other bready items. Food here is such a rich, and FUN!, part of life that there's no reason not to enjoy it here, especially when I know I won't be able to eat these favorite foods of mine day by day back in the States.
Cheers to my mommy coming this weekend to see the deliciousness herself! I can't WAIT!
xoxo,
c
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